Hail this joyful day's return,
Hail this Pentecostal morn;
Morn when our ascended head,
On his church his sprit shed;
Like to cloven tongues of flame,
On the twelve the Spirit came
tongues that earth may hear their call,
Fire that love may burn in all.

Hear the speech before unknown;
Trembling crowds the wonder own,
What though hardened some abide,
And the holy work deride?
Mystic hour, when Easter's sun
Sev’n times sev’n its course hath run,
Church of Christ, from debt made free,
Hail thy day of jubilee.

Lord, to thee thy people bend;
Unto us thy spirit send,
Blessings of this sacred day,
Grant us, dearest Lord, we pray.
Thou who didst our fathers guide,
With their children still abide;
Grant us pardon, grant us peace,
Till our earthly wand’rings cease.